Long Peppy Poems
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Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
This tale of my greatest performance
many may think insufficient and small.
I learned a lesson: Don't give in to chance;
if you want something, give it your all!
This tale occurred way back in seventh grade,
when everything is either do or die.
I led cheers in sixth at another school,
and was one of those chosen to now try.
The jury was the high school Varsity.
The competition: lovely Jannance,
who won EVERYTHING so easily
we other three stood barely a chance.
I would act like a cheerleader should be:
peppy, happy, and be sure to yell loud.
Jannance went first and softly spoke the cheer
She wouldn't be heard above any crowd.
Well, I cheered like there were no tomorrows,
and, later that day, I learned I had won.
A lesson I've kept through smiles and sorrows:
We can leap hurdles in life's distance run!
May 12, 2022
The Greatest Performance of my Life Poetry Contest
by JCB Brul
A First Place
God help me be cheerful, delighted, elated and glad.
Help me have one of the best day I've ever had.
Father help me be joyful, jolly merry and thrilled.
I know this can happen, because it is your will.
As Your child I'm blessed, blissful and delighted with glee.
Because Father that's how you created me to be.
Lord make me perky, peaceful, pleasant and pleased.
So they will notice the the peppy, perky, chipper person in me.
Once they notice I'm tickled, flying high and walking on air.
I can tell them "it's God! Trust him, because he cares!"
Lord, from this day on, help me to not be the same.
I make this request of you, in your Son Jesus name!
Amen
She's too skinny. She's too fat.
He's too white. He's too black.
She's too pretty. She's not hot.
He wears stripes. He likes dots.
She's too peppy. She's too sad.
He's too cheerful. He's too mad.
She's too quiet. She's too loud.
He's too humble. He's to proud.
She's too much a lady. She's not enough.
He's too weak. He's too tough.
She's too lenient. He's too strict.
I can't have a conversation without pitching a fit.
It's too old. It's too new.
I want more than one, but I'll hate having two.
It's too original. It's too much the same.
I don't care if you say it's awesome, I say it's lame.
Too young, too old, too short, too tall,
I have standards to uphold, and you'll conform to them all.
Although we don't see eye to eye,
And our opinions are as different as whole wheat and rye,
I won't unfollow, I won't ignore.
I'll shove my opinions through your front door.
I'll shame you in public and criticize your name.
It's not "just a movie". It's not "just a game".
Your misery is my happiness, unless I get what I want,
And I'll get what I want through threats and insults, hatred and taunts.
You will confirm until we agree.
This is all about me, me, me.
Domestic chargé d'affaires
became mine bailiwick
dint of the missus being
disinclined and less quick
budgeting, hence I inadvertently
accepted lickity split,
subsequent obligation did
smoothly clack and click,
which minimized conflict
whereby we shared equal intrinsic
reciprocity complicity, culpability
then at playtime, thee enigmatic
one whipped out adult toys
stashed in the attic.
Altercations impossible to avoid,
'specially when unemployed
(think Rob zombie humanoid)
additionally, I lacked emotionally unalloyed
communication cues, nearly destroyed
romance, cuz only recourse re: primal
non verbal, viz Braille
while disguised as android
amorousness I expressly enjoyed
satisfactorily papa bear
groaning courtesy steroid
launching petsmart aery mission
poised to strike no
matter mainly to void
i.e. unpacking heat prohibited,
one tony peppy trooper deployed,
but unexpectedly waylaid
understandably yours truly annoyed
unsheathed hot pistol manually toyed.
Admission, confession, decision firmly laid
down, I oft times insisted felt test ease made
purposeless seething hormonal secretion
triggered fountainhead sprayed
activated provocation upbraid
ding the then live in girlfriend
French kissing parlez vous
pledged troth plus
serving as milkmaid.
A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary
testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated
olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat that buck came vasocongested spades
lit torch, where hello kitty Ernst lee screeched
amidst Grafenberg tit parades
bumping uglies during four nuke key eight ting game
where pinkish puckered two lips viz biological
Russian roulette played – birth control relegated as desuetude
hotly contested fee conned, caved heat seminal blitzkrieg overlaid
bilging swamped,
whence olds eye goat ruff fused exiting nightshade
shy ham mull in, and gave way to blast ta cyst
vis a visa viz biological fertilization qua two plump milkmaids
from inchoate seeds juiced beginning
to compress bladder re: lemonades
per diem mother via umbilical cord fueling gestation,
where sonogram shows faint genetic threnody skein
perchance manifold jades
nope – no fallacy when peppy thrust with sucks esse full feint
after thwarting objection against skin flute charmed thence invades
which begot conception from chromosomal traits stitched
via jean S, and her faction of trumpeting handmaids
whose fecund ditty began to feel swell as biological reproduction
showed no uterine back grades
as Tabula rasa In utero endured fusillades per what mother tubby ingested
sustenance promulgated noticeable womb dar full expansion fusillades
of nutriments ordaining future health of progeny
riddling endless questions within the gallimaufry
discombobulated mental, physical fatigue enfilades
and spiritual state of momma me ya in tha family way, whereby baby blueprint an outcome as nano sized atomic bombshells scoured decades
to determine the ontological makeup from when the fluid dynamics
spelling impregnation since time immemorial and into the future cascades
artfully concatenating eminent grise immaculate kindred laminated with waxy substance i.e. vernix, though smooth
doth serve analogous to microscopic switch-blades.
Form:
Plip plop peppy echo,
so mesmerizing,
of waterfall in,
spellbound day peep,
dewdrop dribble linger,
on green verge.
red, orange, gold hue’d clouds,
hover heartwarming haven,
found in urban,
wild life park,
where wide beam sunshine,
stokes nostalgic ruby realm,
within me,
the bard reflecting,
on halcyon,
dream-laden days,
one clings to,
treasure with,
zeal cocooned in,
silken shroud,
swathe enchanted eclipse,
of rosy rainbow,
tinged hindsight,
childhood traipse on,
pearl clad beach.
boisterous shriek from,
infant early phase,
offspring enthused to ,
sculpt in situ,
broad daylight ticklish,
messy sandcastles,
or marram grass catcher,
of mock sand dune,
my proud parental supervision,
never wavered.
Oh those nutritious picnics,
on windswept beach,
warding off the grey,
grain swirl nuisance,
ripple ice cream vendor, ripple wave cordial,
yet one must omit the sugar loving bee bane,
but as a clan we gorged with consummate relish,
my goodness those wistful wafts of reminiscence,
as I awake from prior pristine scenic haunts,
a bold brazen hummingbird whose wing flap,
jolts me the pensive troubador entranced, enshrouded, elated,
by sanguine coterie of retrospect prismatic,
into day ahead dalliance in infectious,
city awash with endearing features as future recall cache
Aye agreed
and did promise to pledge troth
faster than greased lightning airspeed
once the missus temporarily
ceased menarche regarding monthly bleed
became in family way with child
thee eldest, whom one day may breed
opting out begetting offspring
later versus schooner, I must concede
first born proactive with beau
raising one or more progeny
sprouting like loco crazyweed
hypothetical kin unschooled,
viz no particular
race, religion, creed...
cuz unlike das papa,
she carefully plots
being University of Penna degreed
shipshape smarts anchors ahoy mate
well seasoned life, yes indeed
unlike me willy cocked,
limp bizkit primed to hawk kitty
then future spouse did not intercede
once peppy begged, connived,
dictated tug get freed
birth control neither I,
nor missus did heed
sowing wild oats courtesy yours truly
didst adeptly beg, burrow, knead
mini straw nee
testosterone totally tubular
lil trouser snake proceed
letting call of wild take lead
tube (steak king claim for fatherland)
heady after slurping boot legged mead
wharf four hide hid bungle exceed
ding whacking thru jungle of lady love
until...making head way
verboten fruit fricasseed
stifled unnatural prime mate years
pent up sexual urge, thus did supercede
pitched, hitched, ditched
libido in throes of monkish celibacy,
procreating analogous to filigreed
custom made jewel,
thence sore relief yours truly did need
at seminal moment ejaculating seed
with snoop doggy dogg speed
generating prickly heat
inducing ***** fied stampede
appetite for reproduction
essentially kitty feed
bubbling self cleaning oven
after getting soused asthma gumweed
glommed, where male member
tiptoed thru tulips
playing biological equivalent
risque business "Russian roulette"
pregnancy eventually guaranteed.
They
Play
A game
Tradition all the same
School rivals are
Attention needed headlining scholastic stars
We both know our future vehicle assigned spots
Transportation’s unique plot
Mine by the theater door
Yours
Is where the players leave
Everybody does believe
Bonfires burn bright
Such the peppy rally sight
You cheer
I hear
Preparing for my new romantic lead role
Rescuing you from the brisk emotional cold
But my fright to go out on stage
Due to maturity and age
Keeps me in my fantasy isolated cage
Morning comes soon
Band plays enthusiastic supportive tune
You cheer
I hear
Until the fake pistol sounds
And we all return to equal classroom academic ground
Yet something holds me back
Manipulating my social strategic interact
Tact
I go home alone
Not even a number to phone
Following the turkey getting mauled
Time to watch, more football
Texas girls swing and dance
Putting me in a tryptophan holiday trance
When I glanced
Uplifting older ladies pranced
Happy I was
Made me stimulated and buzzed
Feeling good
I went where I should
Strutted through my theatrical wing
Ready to sing
Orchestra makes me a King
Rehearsing our children’s Christmas show
Contemplating what does the quarter back know
Besides the number to dial
On file
To stuff his stocking
With a tight end who can do the blocking
When she comes knocking
Accepting an excuse rendered
It is no longer fall, instead wintry December
So, my dear
Come over with your cheer
Decorate my tree
And you will see
We both can park in the same lot
Keeping our engines, running hot
It happened long years back,
Today, nor yesterday,
When Time perhaps lost way,
It happened long years back.
My youth when wished to roam,
When seasons smiled ahead,
Once when I lost my head
As I took off from home.
Someone when stopping me,
Helpless and pleading me,
Told me: pray do return,
Don’t go my love, pray turn.
Persuaded to me not to go,
Pray see the circumstances,
Lost sense, I scarce could know,
Nor did my lost senses.
I took of from our home,
Wanderlust just to roam,
But then, sick of the place,
City life’s awful pace,
Thought of her far from me,
Who badly needed me,
And one blessed evening,
I said bye to my odd inning.
Seeing the same old street
I felt mighty happy,
Finding back my heartbeat,
My steps in buoy, peppy…
Someone seeing the awkward,
Said: leave an alien home,
Go back to your fond roam,
Too late now, you’d left this poor bird.
Go back to your loneness
That ye chose to embrace,
Leaving me all alone,
Go back to where had gone.
No one, no more stopped me,
No one persuaded me,
None told me to return,
Nor pleading not to go, nor turn.
It happened long, long back,
Today, nor yesterday,
When time perhaps lost way,
For, it happened long back.
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Reminiscing |05.05.2023|
Poet’s note: Based on an Urdu piece by Ahmed Faraz